Went swimming yesterday and will go in today after I mow. I started to mow yesterday but everyone in the neighborhood was cooking out so I just got the mower ready to mow.
I rearrange the deck and washed it down. I will move the dog houses off the deck to give us more room today.
I feel great but mom is using back-rub cream every day so she smells of back rub as she leaves our home. She can't smell so it goes to work with her. It is a strong smell so it lingers in our home for hours after she leaves.

Mom's Final Resting Place

It is a new time this morning, a new awakening. The sun came over the morning horizon in this new moment and I think that is good; I celebrate the good morning view from my eyes and emotions.

Mom's Final Resting Place

I will remember Memorial Day as the day of the mother/soldier. My mother fighting off my father to defend her children from the great war in our family only to disappear
beyond the thoughts of this nation/man.
I will remember all mothers who fight off the drunken rebel and the tyranny of their broken lives.
I will remember all the women and men who fought and died in the struggle to stay sane in our world gone mad.
I will remember Memorial Day as the nation of men and women who died fighting off the tyranny to make our country free from the evils of mankind.
Our Gererations of Love comes streaming through the Valley to our Hearts.

I celebrate Memorial differently than most since my mother fought more with my father than my father fighting in any war.

I give her more credit since she was not here during my life to defend herself. My father was here at least 50 years of my life with a minimal explanation of my mothers whereabouts.

I give her more credit from my point of view than any soldier that I know for fighting for the freedom of women during World War II.

How hard does a human being have to fight to be recognized as a warrior for freedom in the United States.

Took the day off and did some resting; watched the Indy 500 and reapplied my Windows Vista Operating System. Everything is back to normal and running fast.

Tomorrow I mow; my back feels great at this moment.

We have had cloud cover every day this week and that does not help warm up the pool. Today is the first day that I am able to use the solar panel to heat the pool. The solar panel is warming up the pool nicely; I'll turn it off in about 3 hours as the sun goes down.

We may go in the pool tomorrow after mom comes home from work. If she doesn't I know I will.

Bought some drugs from a drug dealer.

I can finally bend a little so I did some dishes.

I am going to have to mow tomorrow or the next. The next will let me heal a little better.

Tomorrow I will watch the Indy 500. I do not keep up with those cars so it is just a spectacle for me. I used to watch most of the Indy races but I got soured on them.

Mom bought some drugs from a drug dealer (Walmart) and I took some drugs yesterday to relieve my back ache; Aleve (a 12 hour plunker) and a drug rub for my back Tylenol Back Rub. They let me do a little more and relieved some of the pain but this morning my head was sluggish (woozy) and had some balance problems (ear fluid thickens). I did some head fluid exercises and I feel good this afternoon. No more drugs for me unless I have too.

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I got up to check the weather and to take my medicine.

I just took my medicine. Because my back was out mom buried our orange cat near our Canna's where the ground is soft. Our oldest cat got run over out in front and it was the day after I hurt my back so doing anything was out of the question. I kept thinking of some place to bury her and was perplexed as to where there was soft soil other than our garden. The Canna's were a good place as we never dig them up and the soil is entirely mulch.

I am walking around this morning like Frankenstein with a corncob up his ass (wobbling too).

Rebecca Arellanes Diazmysterious disappearanceMy Mother the Mystery

I will remember Memorial Day as the day of the mother/soldier.
My mother fighting off my father to defend her children from the great war in our family only to disappear beyond the thoughts of this nation/man.
I will remember all mothers who fight off the drunken rebel and the tyranny of their broken lives.
I will remember all the women and men who fought and died in the struggle to stay sane in our world gone mad.
I will remember Memorial Day as the nation of men and women who died fighting off the tyranny to make our country free from the evils of mankind.
Our Generations of Love comes streaming through the Valley to our Hearts.

***

Rebecca
I wrote this piece below the other day to try explaining to everyone that we are here no matter what happens to the earth.
I realize that the earth could explode and dust/and or vapor would be all that is left. Whatever.
Some particle of life will be there. Some substance of our presence will be there.
Saying that I thought about my mother and her presence on earth.
Her physical presence has not been found or I am not aware of whoever knows of her presence on
this planet but I realize this.
She is here.
She loved, lived and became a mother of three children that I am aware of.
She was a sister in a family who say that are not aware of her present existence today.
All that is left to me is speculation about her whereabouts.
So I now I know that in a photo taken from space of this planet that my mothers dust or presence will be there.
Her marble marker in life is here in these words and every photo of earth.
Her life is in my substance and in my families.
Life should have been better for her.
Rebecca

***
We are the dust as we are the body.
I am going through a phase where I understand words. This should have happened
when I was sixteen years old. Well whatever if by some chance I'll be reincarnated
as some minute particle on this planet of ours I want to be completely aware
of my standing in life.
When they take a photo of the earth from space to give us our weather and
show us a nice snapshot of earth. We are there with all the animals and
trees and rocks and sand. The water moves about in waves and our long lost
and departed are there. Nothing has changed but time as it passes. We are
there on earth, we exist, and we occupy our space in time. We can't seem
to see our bodies or the soil beneath our feet but we know we are there.
We are the dust as we are the body.

***
Do we as humans blunder into places where our mind has no business being?
You know the place that keeps us up all night with worry and a chocolate high.
The place where the heart races to undo the damage of lost sleep.
How do we get back to the place where whatever we see is there?
Do we have to count on our fingers about this little piggy?
Are we getting closer to the point in time that sees the word before you and as you look away you see whatever you eyes see?
Can we clearly see the puzzle?
Are we there? Are we here?
Are we at the place our scholars talk about?
The answer is always yes at this time and no we are not in 1945 but we
do understand that they were as aware as we are now.
Rebecca
***
We read poetry and sometimes a great novel.
History and biographies pass along our paths.
Sometimes we meet a human that is a novel, a human story, a biography, and a person with a life that is a story.
Could it be that each one of us is indeed that great novel?
We as individuals are cloaked in suspense and drama, veiled in insecurities and peaceful oblivion.
We share what all great writers write about, we carry our novels in our souls as
we walk into that great storeroom of good words.
This is a nice thought.
Rebecca
***
Things you hate to write down but somehow you must.
Berea, Ky. in the late 1980's.
My sister Sandy told me that my father had said to her that a good place to hide a body is under a tree.
Deep down in her heart my sister was not impressed with that statement.
Marion, Ky. in the year 2002.
On our recent trip to California my stepsister Diane told me that my father had threatened my stepmother Gladys by saying that she could be buried under a tree. She left him in the late 1970's or 80's. I do not know if that particular event opened the gate but it was probably close to the end for them being together.
I have come to the conclusion that my mother is buried in some beautiful garden in California.
My grandfather and his sons including my father worked at a prominent garden in the San Gabriel Valley.
My grandfather worked all the years that I remember at this garden.
Rebecca




My mother the mystery.
Is she still alive?

In July 1945, My mother brought my sister and I to the Aurelia home, her parents home.
She said she was going to look at furniture at a store in San Gabriel, she then disappeared and never came back.
Rafael Arellanes hired a detective to look for her, but there was no trace.
Dennis Diaz was almost 4 years old and Sandy Diaz was less than 1 year old.
Per Betty and Daniel Arellanes. Dianiel was my mother's brother.

This is 1998 and she is still missing.
Laurel is looking for her, obsessed by the idea that my mother can't hide from her either dead or alive..
My skin is tanned, keeping the rain, sun, sand and emotions at bay for the last forty years.
The Trekkies would be proud of my defensive shield.
It is a sad state of affairs when I'll neither care or cry When/if she is found.
I get the feeling that the less I ask the better.
I can't ask any of my family about my mother without bringing back pain and tears.
The best minds are at work looking for her.
***
Hair, long corn tassels, my grandmothers gray-orange-white-gray hair.
She had long hair down to her waste, hair that she braided and rolled up
into a bun on her head. Hair that you would see in her photo, hair that
reminded me of an Indian Maiden. Hair that reminds me of love, comfort
and reason.
***
I am reminded of my mother, while taking a shower this afternoon, thoughts of my mother
came to the forefront. I wonder why no one has come forward to explain where she went. My mother has not come forward. My father while he was alive did not come forward to explain. My aunts and uncles only know that she left, they did not come forward. The government has not come forward. Not even a vague sense has come forward.
No one has come forward with an explanation. Here I am a man of nearly sixty with no explanation about my mother. No clue. Every time I broach the subject I bring tears into the eyes of my aunts and uncles, I am forever lost, an island, a constant reminder of something sweet in their past that has gone, forever lost.
Out of sight out of mind, how sad.
I sit and write wondering what I did as a child to have to endure such emptiness.
I sympathize with everyone that has some sort of problem; I defend his or her existence. So when everyone in the sixties defended every ones right to the pursuit of happiness I was very pleased to take my place on this earth, to be accepted as a being on earth.

Speculation
Where do I turn to find my mother. Laurel has exhausted all the legal tools at hand.
S.S. can not mail a letter to her until they find an address. No one has ever reported her dead.
She has disappeared from visible site, I do not know what she looked like, thought my dad showed me a picture of her in 1951. That photo is lost.
She was a beauty with a singing voice. She was not meant to be a mother. She loved the night life, my dad and her partied across Southern California.
What do I think?
Was she moved into hiding by the government for some knowledge she possessed?
Did my dad do away with her?
These two above thoughts are in the direction I lean toward. The first thought can be traced in two directions, from her end and from this end. Nothing!
The second thought. My dad is not capable of hiding a body without help? So I look into where he worked or his family worked? My dads parents were devote Catholics, my mother was christian, I assume her mother was a seventh day Adventist. Her sisters were Methodist? I spent many hours in tents in downtown L.A.
If my dad had help covering up a body, who would get him out a jam?
Where were people working at that time.
What did everyone have in common. Three places come to mind. My fathers home, where he grew up. (Where everyone danced at Gilberts baptism party.)
The San Gabriel Mission, the Pablo family is quite prominent in this community and helped mold the structure with mortar.
And last but not least, The Huntington Library.
This is where Pablo was a prominent gardener. His cactus garden is famous.
All the sons worked there with their dad Pablo in the forties, fifties and sixties.
My dad told my sister that under a tree would be a good place to hide someone.
***
Henry Huntington and his Botanical Gardens

***

I know that where my grandfather Pablo worked they kept meticulous records so maybe they could look up the date July 1945 and see what was planted that month.

This is spring and there could be a beautiful flower in bloom there.

Hi mom.

Tomas

Gladys Chapek at Blue Grass Field in Lexington Kentucky

May 12, 2011

Five Generations

Picture courtesy of Elizabeth Shattler

Mom is talking to the cats early this morning. I have set my being down in this chair. Mom bought me some Tylenol back rub and I put it on after my wake up call.

"My hair is a mess and I don't know what to do?" That was a TV commercial back sometime in the early sixties. My hair is a mess.

My nose is running as it was yesterday, maybe mom and I caught a bug.

The weather turned cold after the storms.

I posted during web absence on paper (MS Office) and I placed my posts below.

We got a nice photo from Chum and a "I Had A Great Time!" note from her. She loved being greeted at the Blue Grass Field (Lexington Airport) with a nice crowd with roses and gifts.

We got her a laughing horse, a "T" shirt and a coffee mug. Plus a nice bouquet of flowers.

Good Morning

Posts on paper:

Today is Wednesday May 18, 2011.

I have a NARFE meeting today at 11:15AM at The Marion Café. I am bringing my tape recorder (it is a small Olympus that does function as a MP3 player and a voice recorder. I am using it to record our meeting because we want to collect data about the history of the local chapter 1373. We as a group find it very interesting understanding our history in our small community. Today I mow and clean the pool, mowing first after the meeting then the cleaning of the pool. At the moment I have a pump running that clears some debris from the pool so I will remove that debris in a few minutes after this post. At the moment I am having my cup of coffee and saying my good mornings to the planet earth. This is the planet that holds my mother in her midst an illusion in my mind but matter on the planet. That is a paradox because I have no clue other that she was here on the planet earth. I posted about her on Mothers Day and a stream of tears came from this human being; very powerful emotions and rightly so good. Because of our trip we sacrificed our telephone and internet service for the remained of the month.

May 19, 2011

I turned on the TV this morning and I saw fear in a 9 year old girls eyes and she pleaded with me for no more violence. I saw those painful sad eyes, where tears fell during the night begging god to end the violence. As long as we kill meat and dig the earth we will fight; either for the meat or for the land to grow our fruit. How do we explain that to her so she does not have to feel burdened to carry the sins of the planet on her small back? Where is society and who are these so called monks to teach a child to not be so burdened with so much pain? Where are the leaders that will explain to her or where is the school that will explain to her or where is my voice to explain to her that her gift is life and yes this is heaven on earth the utopia we all wish for and our blessing is the view we awake to each morning.

May 20, 2011

Allison and the kids came by in a surprise visit last night. They stayed the night and mom went off to work this morning with a lot of children watching her leave. We are headed to the mineral museum this morning to see the rocks at their display (one of the biggest collections in the United States).

Our internet and telephone are out for lack of funds but I expected that because of our trip to Berea. Sometimes you do and sometimes you don’t; for a day or so we still have satellite TV service.

We are in our late 60’s, fine and healthy, sore and tired. We have lived a very great life and our doorway is pleasant and peaceful.

Talon is wearing a “Woody’s” straw hat from “Toy Story” with black cowboy boots, red and blue Spiderman shorts and yellow Gator “T” shirt from New Orleans.

Eliana has 4 symmetrical brown braids in her hair a white blouse and bright yellow shorts.

I was out cleaning the pool.

Saturday May 21, 2011

It is dark out this morning and warm, a nice warm.

Allison and the kids are still here, they made mom a slow cooker roast beef; the recipe they took out of a slow cooker recipe book. It is very simple, 3 lbs of roast beef, one package of onion soup mix and two cans of soda. You put the roast beef into the cooker, pour the content of one package of onion soup mix onto the roast beef then pour the two cans of soda over everything; cook for seven to eight hours and it is down. I pretty sure that the soda breaks down the roast beef and what is left gives the beef its flavor. It is worth a try.

I cleaned the pool yesterday and today I finish that chore and test the pool for its balance. I swept up the grass clippings yesterday with my rotary sweeper and piled them up and today I rake the piles into their proper places.

I feel good because the pool is great for me as well as mom.

Mentally I am fine and I awoke today with a very fine feeling about the planet earth. Talon awoke last night cold (the air conditioner) and could not tell his mom the problem so he cried until he figured it out. Then he said he was cold and went to bed nice and warm under the covers and grandpa who heard Talon say he was cold turned warmed our abode.

I am having my morning cup of coffee and coffee every morning is great. It is the only cup I have; everything else is decaf or warmed up water.

Talon is stirring and I hear a cat meowing. Most of the time the cats sleep indoors because that way they can point their legs toward the sky without being eaten by a mountain lion. Outside they have to sleep with their ears on alert at all times.

May 22, 2011

Today is the Sun Day my particular day to reflect. Mom is off today and we get to go to Murray to see Natasha in a dance recital. Eliana is in gymnastics and has been asked to move up with the big kids but her mom thinks it is too much of a change in Mom’s schedule (Allison’s). Over all home schooling is working as it should. Jason is teaching Natasha basic on a Commodore Machine.

I feel great mentally and health seems good to me although walking at the Mineral Museum in Marion was a little too much for me. It is the nerves in my back which cause the top of my thigh to warm up and cause my ankles to ache (my body’s term limit).

Is there a Commodore Machine that is WIFI ready?

Mom and I are watching a little TV this morning.

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It is late and two ideas come to mind and one may work and the other is a view point.

The first idea I have to do.

The second is a point of view; an image of what is to be. We as a society of human beings think of ourselves only and whatever lurks at our door step beware.

I envision roads across America where people gather with automobiles then park and travel. It is our world and whatever gets in our way, “were sorry!” This is what we have today.

The second image is an environmental image which god would recommend and endorse. Animals travel in the spring to mate and they cross paths with humanity every day.

My second image is the roadways across America elevated 12 foot above the ground surface everywhere you go. Why you ask? Because animals have to mate and their paths must travel under the road ways. If they traveled on the roadways they would surely die at some point in their lifetime. You can see the dilemma we have.

It only takes a moment in time to adjust the mind and point of view.

We saw Natasha dance tonight and she is graceful. We were very proud of her. I took photos but my images were taken with the wrong lens and light adjustments and none came out at all. Allison took a video and it was great. Mom took some photos but she used her zoom lens and her zoom lens sucks. Some photos were OK.

May 23, 2011

I awoke before midnight and wrote an entrée into yesterdays log or journal.

I was just listening to Questions and Answers on C-Span and one point they made were that a writer 150 years ago were extremely purposeful in their use of the words of the English language; when they wrote they did not have the gifts of audio and visuals to aide them in their journals and writings. All detail was written to paint the emotions and structure of the day’s events or topic being discussed. Letters were long and descriptive.

It thundered and rained last night after I had retired. Mom told me that as I was sound asleep.

Today I work on the pool. Put the solar cover on to heat it and it will work very well. I may jump in and chill my being and scrub even more from the walls of the pool and bottom surface. I may throw in the steps to insure my departure from the pool.

The pool is something I enjoy more than gardening because the swims are fulfilling in nature and is a gift to our aging bodies.

Our Internet and telephone is still out. We had a great time in Berea but it cost us some time online. It was well worth the time spent without a phone or the Internet.

I thought of the idea I had more and everything I can do online. The tools are there they just need to be understood and done.

Software can be created but at the moment the tools are there online we just have to use them in a different manner than how they are used now.

***

Sometime last night a storm ripped through Joplin Missouri and killed human beings. Since I do not have the luxury of the Internet I have to listen to local news as to when the storm hit.

May 24, 2011

Today I put the stairs into the pool between rain showers. I am still and sore from lifting my two new bags of sand to hold down the stairs for the pool.

Mentally I feel great. Mom works until 11 AM this morning.

I slept well and awoke to a new morning. I am thankful that I am here.

My good son Eli turned me on to the number game, “ Sudoku”; I play the game every day. I do very well without adding numbers to my pages and using an eraser.

I have been listening to the “Silver Screen Music Channel “ on my DirecTV Satellite System. It is a nice spectrum of music.

May 25, 2011

Good morning. Mom lost her orange cat last night to traffic on our road. She is upset on her off day. I have been spending all my time on getting the pool ready this past week at it showed in the house work. Mom is upset because I did not do both get the pool ready and clean up the house.

Mom is off today and Farmville is a memory as it is an online task that mom enjoys. I do not miss the Internet though I love the dictionary, Wikipedia, Youtube, Facebook and Google. My websites I do for the folks around me. Blogging or a journal I can do anywhere as long as I have the tools, hammer and chisel, art supplies, pen and paper and keyboard and computer.

It is a pleasant morning but there is a threat off in the distant west of possible tornados this evening moving closer to us. Not a pleasant Idea for the brain to think about during the day as I perform my daily tasks.

Time for a cup of coffee and while mom works in the kitchen getting caught up. My work tools are everywhere as I kept them close to the pool but indoors to keep them dry. Mom is still throwing things around.

12 noon

I pulled a muscle moving things around the pool. The pool was nice and comfortable as I cleaned it more and put the stairs in place. I have to cinch up the stairs and make them hard to move so that Laurel feels comfortable leaning against.

The pool is ready and is being heated as I speak.

I took some aspirin for my back. I have a hard time standing but once I am up I am fine.

The storms are slow getting here hopefully for us they will pass north of us.

I think I will read my book (Nook).

May 26, 2011

The storms came by without any damage here at our home. Nothing was moved or out of place. Our home did vibrate at one time for a few seconds and that was all.

I listened for a roar and looked at a distance to see if a tree swayed too much.

The pulled muscle stiffened up after my day in the pool yesterday. After 12 noon I was not moving well. I could lay, sit or stand but getting up from anywhere was extremely hard and I did yelp. Picking up something off the floor is impossible at this time. It can be done, please don’t ask.

Mentally I am fine and I am always stimulating my mind, writing, SUDUKU, games and thanking my being for being on the planet earth with family (present or past).

I will go out in a while and place or create netting for my solar cover (a place for it while we swim (between the solar panel and pool)).

Mom is gone to work (8 hour full day). I asked for something for breakfast from Ronald’s Early Kitchen this morning and mom came back home for me.

I saw a movie that said to me what love is. The movie showed a man that gave his love (friend) to another thinking that would make her happy (been there done that). I would prefer the other way but we have made our beds so that is a done deal. I am happy and I am sure she is too. We still share the planet together and that will always be so.

Remarkable how words placed on paper (black symbols on white) relay to the planet our feelings.

Sitting still feels good, but I want another cup of coffee and that means getting up. I will wait a bit. It is early still and I should relax a bit.

I raised the pool water level and removed the winter cover with the help of our neighbors and Motherkitty.

I feel a little sore from dragging the wet cover but that is fine. Today I will wash the cover and put it away and start cleaning the winter water. That should take a few days then I will fire up the solar heater and put the solar cover on. I will then put up my cover storage area (where the cover goes when we swim).

It looks like our grand kids have their summer mapped out for them so mom and I will have to swim by ourselves this year.

In late 2012 we will start our journey south with a swap in homes.

It is 50 degrees and wet outside.

""Dogwood Winter or Blackberry Winter" is a term used by Southerners to describe a period of cold weather that coincides with the blooming of the local dogwoods.

Typically the trees bloom sometime between mid-April and mid-May (depending on the weather variations of the season) and such a cold spell is often the last winter-like weather of the season."

I feel good though my body aches in my breast bones, back and ankles. Normal is the word for a man my age. Grin and bear it is as best I can do.

Mom came home tired but the cheers and hugs at work made her day, they missed her.

75 Trillion Dollars : I am sorry I can't hold a secret.

The United State of America should pay off the debt with the 75 Trillion dollars that was recently found at Fort Knox instead of just holding it there; put it into the United States Treasury.

Before 1930

Before 1930 the Ohio River and it's tributaries would dry up by the end of summer and all cargo normally shipped by water would have to go by wagon. In 1929 then President Herbert Hoover dedicated 50 lock and dams on the Ohio River to offer year around commerce to the nation in the Ohio River and it's tributaries.

In the winter of 1937 the Ohio River flooded and the aftermath of it's devastation brought on the idea of flood control reservoirs which would also help cities during droughts with their water supply.

Those jobs were given to the Corps of Engineers since early experiences were prone to favoritism and cronyism.

Ronald Reagan was elected on the premise that government was too big and needed to be trimmed in size. In 1981 when Ronald Reagan took office he promptly eliminated Federal Jobs and cut spending in places where he could not cut jobs.

History tells us since 1980 that levees were not maintained; rivers and reservoirs were not dredged to proper depths to ensure flood control. The Corps of Engineers whose responsibility to maintain these functions just made do with the money they received. Projects were put on hold or never done.

So now a levee in Louisiana did not hold for lack of maintenance. An Ohio River flood which has been the biggest since 1937 got out of control for lack of depth in the flood control rivers, lakes and reservoirs.

And we want the government to be smaller?

Do you know what we have done?

What is Child Labor?

This is a story told to me by my step-brother Ron. I was in the Navy at the time of the story.

My dad was great on enlisting family to help him with his projects. So one day someone mentioned to dad that he could have a bamboo grove (6 foot in diameter) if he just could take it away. So he in-listed Ron and Jerry the only boys still at home to dig up the bamboo and bring it home.

Dad borrowed a flat trailer to pull behind his woody station wagon and headed out to dig up the six foot ball of bamboo with the 30 foot tall shoots with my step-brothers Jerry and Ron. After much sweat and back breaking work they rolled the ball of dirt with the 30 foot grove of bamboo onto the trailer with the bamboo out over the woody station wagon.

Down the road they went and onto the California Freeway they went with the trailer and bamboo swaying from the side to side over the woody station wagon and as you know when a trailer starts moving it gets out of control quick and before you know it the 60 mph bamboo grove bounced the woody station wagon 180 degrees (with the hood ornament and front wheels facing the sky) with Jerry laughing so hard it hurt and everything came to a halt on the California Freeway. All the traffic had given them a wide margin when the bamboo started bouncing so as you can guess it was a spectacular sight to see.

When I came home from leave that year I saw the grove in the back yard but no one mentioned how it got there.

Just got back from trip to Berea, Kentucky. Went to visit sister Sandy, Step-brother Ron and Step-mother Gladys.

The days in Berea were remarkable and I could not stop talking to everyone. Mom, sis and I took a bundle of photos which we put online at FaceBook.

Sis's favotite photo is this one of her husband resting his eyes in a chair and my favorite photo is Gladys with her Roses above.

Why do we always assume that other than the day we awoke to, that a TV, The Internet, A Game have to entertain us.

We have the planet as our point of view; each of us has a particular point of view that we see with our mind or eyes. It is a remarkable view of colors and activity. The most remarkable thing is that others on the planet have a point of view (dogs, plants, human beings, etc.).

Gift, a nice word comes to mind.

I am putting up a fence to keep my tomatoes from over running the area when I plant them.

Abandoned in Pasadena

My sisters blog is called, "Abandoned In Pasadena". Were we abandoned or were we the victims of circumstance as in my mother disappeared and my father was where?

Did my father know what happened to my mother?

I was 3 and my sister was 1.

How did we get to our grandparents (I went to my mothers parents and Sandy went to my fathers parents).

Mom (Motherkitty) has some answers but I always seem to forgot the facts and always assume the truth.

Every Mothers Day we are reminded that our mother is gone (sometimes during the year).

It is a great puzzle to me and my sister (or a big family secret); we have no clues other that assumptions and speculations.

I sometime assume that my mother is planted under some tree at the Huntington Library. What a great memorial. I know that what is left of my mother is on the planet earth (alive or a whisper).

How does this work? China prints U.S. money then sends it to their banks as collateral then those banks loans the U.S. the money. Then we argue as to who is going to pay off our debt.

I hear birds singing this morning and we have a few at the feeders. Some hummingbirds are around.

Mom is off at work and I am drinking my first cup of tea. It is some tea that Rob gave us a few years back. When Tea ages it is like wine. Mom wanted me to throw it out because it sat so long.

It makes great tea in my machine (aged food products make great vaccines).

This morning my thoughts were on WIFI and all the switches you could turn on and off using those commands.

I have a laptop and blue ray player that use WIFI.

I download movies onto my blue ray player.

On my Laptop I use NOOK as not to interfere with mom's Kindle and I download a great book by this great author Evan Katy.

Mom has a NETBOOK and KINDLE that use WIFI. Mom bought a book from Amazon "Room: A Novel" by Emma Donoghue and she downloaded it onto her KINDLE.

January Kills Me by (Samantha Rialto Mysteries)

I am up to chapter two, I then fell asleep. It's not the book, it is age that lets the body rest. After I get the emails read and say hello to the planet earth then I'll read another chapter. I still have raise the fence; the posts are in the ground (it is not a heavy duty fence it just looks substantial for the deers sake.) It may become substantial if it lays over (I'll need a post hole digger and some cement for that (I'll make it twice as large if I do).

I feel sore this morning, groceries do that to me.

Mentally I am sound and fit as a fiddle.

Monday I have a Crittenden County Coalition for a Drug-Free Community board meeting at the EdTech Building.

NASCAR runs today.

Mothers Day is tomorrow.

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It has been raining for a half-hour now and that is not good for me and my mowing for tomorrow and the folks surrounded by water in this area. Hopefully it is raining just over me and not the area.

I am tired and sore from pounding and lifting the garden fence I bought. I started putting it up last night with mom. I may have to put it in concrete but for now just pounding it into the ground will do. It will be 6 foot or higher; I will start at 6 foot.

No rain today and that is good, let me dry out.

The fence is the only way to save my tomatoes and whatever I plant in the garden from the deer.

If I put concrete in then I will cover it in the winter.

Smithland Locks 2011 & Smithland Normally

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I got the yard mowed but it was a swamp out there. I had run over some parts in a fast gear with the blade up just to let it dry out a bit over night. Maybe today I might get to try/do it again; what a mess.

I will pick up some of the grass clippings where it can be done today.

I feel good mentally and I took a couple of Tylenol before bed last night and I actually slept well. I still had to prop an elbow against my chest to lay comfortable but it is easier to sleep now. I can lean over and compute now where as in the last two weeks I had to have the laptop on my lap to compute.

The water over some roads are going down which is good for us. Last fall we as a city were looking for a new water supply as our city lake was getting pretty low - so much for that problem.

They still need to dredge it out to deepen it a bit.

I wrote the President about dredging the lakes, reservoirs and rivers but he seems preoccupied with other problems at the moment.

I am more than overwhelmed at the things I have to do. The websites are easy because you just do them without too much research.
History of the NARFE Chapter: The latest task I have created for myself is recording and listening to the data I record. I find that a bit overwhelming since I cannot type , I hunt and peck. But what the members tell me is part of the history of the chapter.
Our rain has put our pool and yard weeks behind. I will mow wet grass today since it is going to be the second dry day this week. Yesterday the water was still moving through the yard and today it is surface mud under the lawn. Tomorrow there is a threat of rain again.
The garden is way behind because of the rain and deer. The fence goes up sometime this week and the garden is planted. The garden is soaking wet.
I am overwhelmed with things to do when it dries out. I might be able to place the tomatoes in the mud to get them in the ground this week.

Olympus

Mom got me a "digital voice recorder/mp3 player" last week and I used it to record the history of our NARFE Chapter. I ask a question and our group gives me an answer about our Local NARFE Chapter.
She got the "digital voice recorder/mp3 player" at Radio Shack.

It is an Olympus WS-500M. It records about 10 hours of speech on a triple A battery. Then you download a mp3 file to your computer.
It is perfect for family get together/record grandma days.
Just lay it on the table and walk away.
I take the battery out when not in use.

January Kills Me

Sometime later today I am going to buy Samantha's Book and ask each of you to get a copy.

I read the first chapter and it is great so far.

The Kindle download will be on Amazon later today.

Those of you that want your coffee the same every time.

Good Morning. It is time for a cup of coffee. I feel great and I did sleep a little better; this constant ache in my chest is dissipating slowly as my body heals. I think the term "a pain in the ass" came from hemorrhoids but can apply to shingles and broken ribs (or I yanked all the flesh from my ribs) as well.
Mentally I am fine.
Man that coffee machine is a constant; those of you that want your coffee the same every time this is the machine for you.
Mom is tired from the weekend trip to Berea. We wore ourselves out as well as everyone around us.
Hats off to Jimmy who broke every rule to please his best friend Zac. If you go to Sandy's blog she can tell you about Jimmy and if you go to Facebook and see Andy page or go to Sumershade's Blog you can see where we were this weekend.

I have out of town for the wedding of Zac and Jennifer. It was as all weddings go spectacular and full of loving splendor. The bride and groom danced as well as grandmothers and children.
Did I have a great time? Oh yes!
I got to see my sister Sandy and her husband Jimmy, our daughter Kitten Yarn and family were there, as well a our nieces and nephews.